Perhaps because you’ve been looking in the wrong places, his inner voice whispered. Kissing the wrong women. Perhaps you should look no further than this very room…

Nathan consigned his damn inner voice to the devil then clenched his hands at his sides to keep from reaching out to snag Lady Victoria as she paced by him again, to snatch her into his arms and kiss her. Prove to himself that he’d attached far too much significance to a meaningless kiss. It couldn’t have been that good. Yes, he’d obviously blown the entire episode out of proportion. And there was one sure way to prove that.

Before he could move, however, Lady Victoria ceased pacing and swirled to face him. “If this tale you’ve related is true,” she said, eyeing him with the sort of ripe suspicion a mouse would cast upon a hungry tabby, “then my father must somehow be involved.”

Damn. He’d known she might add two and two and arrive at the correct sum. He’d hoped she would not, gambled that like many women of her station, her head would be filled with nothing more than gossip and fashions. Clearly Lady Victoria wasn’t a fool. A denial rose to his lips, but he somehow couldn’t bring himself to voice it. Instead he found himself fascinated to hear what she’d say next.

She obliged him by rushing on. “Even if Father wasn’t the person who hid the note in my bag, he must have known of its existence. He was most emphatic that I travel to Cornwall. Too emphatic, now that I ponder upon it.” She slowly shook her head, her frown growing more pronounced as her gaze shifted to the flames dancing in the grate. “It would explain so much…” she murmured.

Nathan kept his features completely impassive-a talent left over from his spying days-and simply watched her. After nearly a full minute of silence, her gaze swiveled and bore into him. “My father works for the Crown.”

The words were a statement rather than a question, and said in an utterly flat tone.

Nathan saw no point in prevaricating. “Yes.”

A humorless sound escaped her. “It’s all so clear now… the late night clandestine meetings in his study, his frequent absences, the worried look in his eyes when he thought himself unobserved.” She blew out a long breath and shook her head. “I knew, in my heart, that he wasn’t being truthful, that there was more going on than just the gambling and male frivolity he used as excuses, but I never pressed him.” Her expression changed to one of profound hurt, and the area around his heart seemed to collapse in on itself at that distressed look. “I thought he had a mistress and was merely being circumvent and discreet for the sake of my sensibilities.”

“I’m afraid secrecy goes hand in hand with spying.”

“Secrecy? You mean lying.”

He could see she was floundering, trying to assimilate her emotions, and seeing her straggle affected him in a way he couldn’t name. Walking to her, he lightly grasped her upper arms.

“I mean saying and doing what is necessary to keep your association with the Crown concealed so as to carry out your duty to protect this country’s interests. To keep yourself, your friends, your family safe.”

Her gaze searched his, then she asked, “That night you came to our town house to see my father… was that about the mission involving the jewels?”

A muscle ticked in Nathan’s jaw. “Yes.”

“My father was involved?”

Up to his bloody damn neck. “He was.” He released her, and then, after a quick debate with himself, decided there was no point in not telling her. “Your father coordinated the mission. He is the person who recruited us.”

She absorbed that, then said, “So Father is more than simply a spy. He’s a… boss of other spies?”

“Correct.”

“And who besides you is included in this ‘us’ he recruited?”

“My brother and Lord Alwyck.”

She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving his. “So at dinner this evening I sat between two spies and across from another one.”

“Former spies. Yes.”

“Was your father also a spy?”

“No.”

“Your butler? Housekeeper? Valet?”

One corner of his mouth hiked up. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“How refreshing. But let us not forget my absent-minded, genial father who I clearly do not know at all.” Her voice trembled on the last word, and she lowered her chin to stare at the floor.

Nathan again experienced that hollow feeling in his chest. Touching a single finger under her chin, he gently urged her head up until their gazes met. “The fact that he is regarded as absentminded and genial worked greatly to his advantage. The work he coordinated saved hundreds of British soldiers’ lives. In order for him to do that, there were aspects of his life that he couldn’t share with you, or anyone else.”

She swallowed, her slender throat working, her eyes brimming with questions. “I can understand that,” she finally said. “But what I don’t understand is why send this note to you with me? Why not send one of his spy people? Or summon you to London?”

Before answering, he slid his finger from beneath her chin, allowing its tip to trail over her skin for the merest fraction of an inch. Soft. Bloody hell, she was so soft. His hands all but twitched with the need to touch her again. The desire was so intense, he had to move away from her to ensure he wouldn’t give in to the need.

After walking to the mantel, he stared into the glowing flames and engaged in a quick internal debate. Then he turned to face her. “Your father sent you to Cornwall because he believes you’re in danger. He wanted you out of London and the information brought to Cornwall, so he accomplished both goals with one journey.”

“Danger?” she repeated, her tone expressing both doubt and surprise. “What sort of danger? And why would he think such a thing?”

“He didn’t say specifically, but he clearly believes some harm might befall you. As to why, I would guess that he has either received a threat against you or he has himself been threatened and therefore fears you might be harmed in the melee. Perhaps both.”

Her face paled. “You believe my father is in some sort of danger?”

“I don’t know.” He shot her a significant look. “I’m certain that the letter he sent me via your portmanteau contains the answer to your question.”

“I read the letter. There was no mention of danger. Indeed, it read only of-” She snapped her lips together. After a pause she said, “It did not mention danger.”

“Not that you or any other lay person would be able to discern. Your father would have written to me in code.”

A long, strained silence stretched between them. Finally she lifted her chin, her eyes troubled. “What if Father is hurt-or worse-while I’m so far away?”

The worry in her eyes unsettled him in a way he couldn’t explain. All he knew was that he wanted that look to vanish. “Your father is an extremely clever and resourceful man,” he said quietly, “with great resources and manpower at his disposal. I’ve no doubt he will outwit whoever challenges him.”

A strangled sound emerged from her throat. “That does not sound at all like my father, but obviously you know him far better than I.” Some of the worry faded from her gaze, replaced by speculation. “ ‘Tis clear you’re more than the simple country doctor you pretend to be.”

“I’ve never pretended to be a doctor. I am one. A damned good one.” He inclined his head. “ ‘Tis clear you’re more than the empty-headed heiress you pretend to be.”

“I’ve never pretended to be an heiress. I am one. Nor have I ever been empty-headed-that is just your arrogance and unfounded assumptions talking.”

“I want that note, Lady Victoria.”

“Yes, I know. How unfortunate for you that it is in my possession.”

“I cannot hope to protect you without knowing what danger your father fears is imminent.”

“You? Protect me?” she said in a scoffing tone. “You who are as deaf as a post? What is your plan to protect me-order your hens and ducks to nibble into submission ‘he who would threaten my safety’?”

Good God. Had he ever considered her attractive? Surely he was mad. She was infuriating. And clearly toying with him. Bloody hell, she was nothing more than… an infuriating toyer-wither. And his patience had officially been stretched to its limit.

With his narrowed gaze steady on hers, Nathan demanded, “Why are you refusing to return the note to me?”

“I haven’t refused.”

“Then you’ll comply with my request?”

“No… at least not yet.”

“I’m not the sort of man to dance to your merry tune, Lady Victoria.”

“I never said I wanted you to dance to a merry tune.”

“Good. But clearly you want something.”

“I do.”

“How fortunate I am not prone to swooning at hearing shocking statements. What do you want?”

“I want to be included. I want to help you.”

“Help me what?”

“Accomplish the mission my father assigned to you. To recover the jewels.”

Luckily his jaw was attached to his face or it would have landed on his boots. As it was, he couldn’t contain a bark of incredulous laughter. “Absolutely not.”

She shrugged. “Well, then I’m afraid I cannot give you your letter.”

“Why would you want to involve yourself in something that is not only none of your concern, but could potentially be dangerous?”

“Seeing as how both my father and myself may be in danger, and that that letter is the reason I was dispatched to this godforsaken end-of-the-earth place, I believe this is very much my concern. It is now clear to me that I have been subjected to lies and secrecy for more years than I care to contemplate. I refuse to be subjected to them any longer.” Her expression hardened, turning angry. And resolute. Two expressions that would put any man immediately on his guard. “Do you know what it’s like to be lied to, Dr. Oliver?”